He besieged her body that burned itself into the skin of the mattress.
The sounds galloping out of his dry mouth clashed against her eyebrows.
Her sex had surrendered. The male christening. Tearing at her.
Beneath his heaving silhouette -she had erased precision- she became
Claustrophobic, unseen, unheard. Inhaling his used air, the hot mess. And she
Bit her tongue, hoping her sex would develop the same power, crunch it into
Nothingness.
She wrestled with him and he thought she was playing.
He couldn’t read a woman’s body in a thousand years.
He lacked interest and always had his way.
And she torched him with her insides, squeezing him,
Captivating him, throttling his exhausted sex,
Banishing it into her own darkness
To drown it in sorrow.
“Woman in Red Hat” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)
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My name is Laura Gentile. I’m of German-Italian descent and I speak five languages such as English, German, French, Italian, Luxembourgish and I’m currently learning Romanian.
I hold a Master of Arts Degree in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Dissertation: The Decadent in Love with his Psychopomp: Thomas Mann's 'Death in Venice' and Adrian Lyne's 'Lolita') and a Master of Letters by Research in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Thesis: Romanticising Decadence and Aestheticising Death: Women as Projection Bodies and Mimetic Identities in Zola’s 'Thérèse Raquin', Schnitzler’s 'Dream Story', Süskind’s 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and Eugenides’ 'The Virgin Suicides').
Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Writer of psycho-corporeal Poetry. Creator of Croque-Melpomene & Les Femmes de la Décadence.
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